Boat Behind

Sea breeze and sun and salt. Yellow and blue and brown.The words dance around each other and skip along the froth and the foam and the waves... Kings of Convenience were very much the only real essence of this year's summer. The sun in my eyes and the wind in my hair, leaning against the window of a beat-up old car, watching the flowers and the cows, grass everywhere around me, freckles on my face. I felt beautiful, then, and I sucked the surroundings into my heart and now they are part of me.

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so we meet again
after several years
several years of separation
moving on
moving around
did we spend this time
chasing the other's tail?

singing, "oh,
I can never belong to you
oh, I could never belong to you,"

winter and spring
summer and fall
you're a windsurfer crossing the ocean
I'm the boat behind
skiffle and rag
shuffle and waltz
you're the up-tip-toe ballerina
I'm the chorus line

singing, "oh,
I can never belong to you
oh, I could never belong to you,"

river and sea
picking up salt
through the air as a fluffy cloud
falling down as rain

oh, I could never belong to you
oh, I could never belong to you
oh, I could never belong to you
oh, I could never belong to you